Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 431: Crushing (medium)

There is now such an Italian "anti-fascist soldier" in front of Captain Conrad, who is now squatting on the side of the road enthusiastically looking through the debris that the Italian soldiers abandoned when they escaped.

"Fabrizo! Mr. Emilio Fabrizo! Come to me, please!" Conrad called out loudly with his hands cupped in his mouth. The opponent raised his head to look at the armored captain, and Conrad beckoned to the Italian.

"Okay, Mr. Captain." Fabrizo hurriedly stuffed some items into his carry-on bag while agreeing, and then threw the Italian Air Force standard rucksack into the grass beside the road.

"Are you leaving? Mr. Captain." The Italian, carrying the Carcano M38 carbine he picked up, ran all the way to the front of the captain of the armor.

"It looks like you have done well, Mr. Fabrizo." Conrad smiled and glanced at the Italian's bulging bag.

"Mr. Captain, life is not easy now. You see I have six children to feed, and the youngest daughter is only three months old." The Italian spread out his hands at the German with a smile.

"You can go to Kramar and ask, who doesn't know the most trustworthy Fabrizo. I tell you that there is an air force airport here. You didn't believe it at the beginning. Now you can look at it." Italian Triumphantly pointed to the rammed earth runway filled with German tanks.

"I have reported your help to the National Defense Forces to my superiors. We will send you some bonuses accordingly."

"I helped you not for your money, but to overthrow Mussolini's fascist rule." The Italian spoke uprightly.

Immediately he looked around, and approached Conrad and asked in a low voice: "Speaking of which, how much do you think you will give me this time?"

"It is estimated that there will always be one hundred marks, which is about * hundred liras after conversion." Conrad replied solemnly.

"There are so many?" The Italian stared.

"Well, I said that money is not the key. Where are we going next? I know there is a barracks to the south." Fabrizo became energetic.

"There is another barracks? Come and show it to me!" Conrad took the map from the sergeant and laid it on the front cover of a bucket car beside him.

"We should be in this position now, can you point out where the barracks is?" the armored captain asked.

"Well, probably here, there is a small forest nearby, you didn't draw it on it. I said I can understand the map, don't look at me like this, I also went to Spain to fight a war."

"Italian Army?"

"Which side do you think it will be? I am not a socialist, and I have seen those international columns on the battlefield. These poor guys ended up miserably." Fabrizo took it from Conrad. A cigarette was first put under his nose and sniffed, and then he leaned on the lighter handed over by the German captain and lit the cigarette.

"Let's go to this barracks now? There are at least three hundred people living there, and there is a large warehouse." The Germans were unexpectedly generous, and Fabrizo was now eager to show it again.

"No, no, no, we report the approximate location of the barracks to our superiors and hand them over to other troops to deal with. Our current goal is San Martino Ben Arlberg. Can you show us a quick way? "Conrad asked, tapping the map.

"Then I have to cross the Adige River. I know there is a very close road. It is not marked on your map. It is here...Here is a newly built road, which was just completed in June this year."

"Is it here? Thank you very much, Mr. Fabrizio, you still take Sergeant Lemont’s car and show us the way in front. Are you all ready to go? Very good, three rows first, four rows With the company in the middle, the second row and one row are at the tail, and set off immediately!” Conrad handed the map back to the sergeant, turned around and gave orders to the surrounding platoon leaders.

Just as the first company set off again and outflanked east of Rottweiler, the fourth company of the first battalion of the 33rd Armored Regiment was on the west side of the German front and out of the city of Verona. A garrison unit was engaged in a fierce **** battle, which is an official record in the history of war. In fact, all the soldiers who participated in this battle agreed that this was not a battle at all, but a pure one-sided crush. In some ways, it could be called a slaughter.

"Go ahead! Brave Italian! Go ahead! My children! Don't be afraid, don't hesitate! Go forward, go forward! Follow me forward! Let the Germans see the spirit of Italian men! Hold your chest up, Soldiers! Drive these despicable Germans into hell!"

Col. Orlando de Bernafini carried his ancestral command knife and walked in the middle of the skirmish line. The old man encouraged his soldiers with passionate words and led the twenty-fifth The soldiers of a battalion of the Bergamo Infantry Regiment lined up a long line of skirmishers and launched their first attack on the German troops that were in formation in the distance.

Stationed in Verona is the 25th Bergamo Infantry Regiment of the 15th Bergamo Infantry Division in Italy, and Colonel Bernafini is the commander of this regiment.

When Germany declared war on Italy, the Bergamo Infantry Division was moving towards the northeast border. They were originally arranged to go to Albania to participate in the battle against Greece.

At that time, the Italian Fifteenth Infantry Division had a serious shortage of personnel, but it finally gathered the much-needed artillery personnel before departure, so the division took the 26th Infantry Regiment, the 89th Artillery Regiment and The 15th Motorized Battalion departed ahead of schedule. From the intelligence point of view, it should have reached the eastern border of Italy at this moment.

The 25th Infantry Regiment stayed at the station and took a step late, waiting for some of the soldiers who were too late to return. Together with the 25th Infantry Regiment, there are two field hospitals assigned to the Bergamo Division, as well as engineers and signals. force.

Col. Bernafini will not admit that he was really taken aback when he learned that the German army had broken through the Alps and that the vanguard was approaching Verona. After repeatedly confirming the authenticity of this situation, he quickly reported the terrible news to Rome, and at the same time asked for reinforcements from the General Staff.

In order to confirm the intelligence, he wasted half an hour in vain. When the colonel discovered the problem, no matter how regretful it was, he didn't have much time to deploy peripheral defenses.

At this time, the 25th Infantry Regiment had more than one-third of the vacancy. There were only 1,600 infantrymen at full capacity. The first battalion with 720 officers and men was the only one in Bernafini's hand that remained normal For infantry units with combat effectiveness, the remaining two battalions not only have serious shortages, but also lack complete basic equipment.

The divisional artillery and heavy machine gun battalions all set off with the division~IndoMTL.com~ The original role of the 25th Regiment was the containment team, and I never thought that it would fight on the mainland. The infantry regiment is currently equipped with only twenty heavy machine guns, sixty-six light machine guns and four 61mm mortars, and 33 45mm mortars are assigned to each platoon. Here, these are the only "heavy firepower" currently available in the 25th Regiment.

Col. De Bernafini arranged for the deputy commander to take the staff to organize a defense in the city. He left all the heavy machine guns and medium mortars in the city, and then took a battalion of soldiers. He only carried light weapons and attacked outside the city.

The colonel’s plan was to launch a surprise attack from the front when the German forward was not firmly established, disrupting the deployment of the German army, perhaps with the sacrifice of a battalion soldier, to buy some time for the defense of the city. . The soldiers who followed him to attack, if lucky, some of them might survive. As for the colonel himself, he had already put life and death out of his mind. In the eyes of this 67-year-old soldier, this was an opportunity given to him by God. The eldest son of Baron de Bernafini was destined to die for the country on the battlefield.

The fall of Verona is only a matter of time. Even if his plan is successful, it can only be delayed for some time. Unless reinforcements can arrive as soon as possible, Verona will not be able to escape this disaster, but the colonel is very clear. Before the fifteenth regiment was destroyed, it was impossible for any reinforcements to come.

"Go ahead! Let's get rid of the Germans! Children, you are all good! Your parents will be proud of you!" The colonel loudly inspired the young soldiers around him, taking the 720 The soldiers marched toward hell.

ps: The second chapter is here. Thank you for your support and encouragement.

Thank you. (To be continued.)

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